Treatment

[white camellia]

I write in the blank of death

Claiming the soul unrhythmic
Unlike the birds that construct
Or the women who fabricate

The devoid savors sanity in despair

[PrinceMyshkin]

One feels somehow that so much has been withheld and we are provided only enough to feel the pain.

[Jack of Hearts]

Who are the women, what are they fabricating and why? What is the 'devoid' and why does it 'savor sanity'?



This reader cannot draw conclusions.






J

[hillwalker]

I like the opening line - but what follows is not easy to interpret.

I'm not sure what the 'soul unrhythmic' is meant to be, but assume the narrator is unable to foresee a future (unlike the birds that nest or the women who plan ahead for raising their families possibly?) - and presumably the narrator is also the one who is devoid, holding onto sanity.

Not an easy piece but quite enigmatic.

H

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful poem.

I perceive the key to this nugget is in the title "Treatment". For years my own writing was an escape, a catharsis; now a joy.

My interpretation:


I write in the blank of death ~ in the absence of death (I am alive, so what, so I write) - my Treatment)


Claiming the soul unrhythmic ~ I do not perceive my soul/spirit/being to be in harmony with the world/reality


Unlike the birds that construct ~ unlike nature


Or the women who fabricate ~ nor those who are active in (my perception of) productive lives


The devoid savors sanity in despair ~ I (the empty soul), delights/finds sanity/meaning (in writing?) even in despair

Perhaps way off the mark, but it works for me.

Thank you for sharing.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[white camellia]

Thanks everyone. It's about pain, but it's not exactly it. This writer couldn't draw conclusions either when she wrote.:skep: And tailor, that's very close!

[ucello]

Aching, but I can't say I understand. It still retained my attention, thanks.